1 comments/ 38140 views/ 18 favorites Mrs Riesin's Son Ch. 01 By: DirtyOldBukowski Luke was 18 years old when his life changed completely. He had asked the school nurse if he could be picked up from school because he was feeling a bit off that day - suffering a headache, cold sweats, and feeling slightly nauseous. Certainly not feeling great, but also nothing terribly alarming. His mother Anne was in the middle of her hot yoga class when she saw her phone buzzing at the edge of her mat as the school nurse dialled. She cursed inwardly as she saw the phone rattling about on the floor - it was uncourteous to the other students to bring a phone into practice with her, but as a devoted mother she knew it was moments like these when her children needed her that she knew it was OK to break the rules occasionally. Anne was in the middle of a quite tricky inversion pose at the time, and gracefully untangled her long legs as she returned to all fours on her mat and wiped the dripping sweat from her face before grabbing her phone and tiptoe-ing from the room with a silent "sorry" to her instructor, her sizeable breasts bouncing and barely contained by her sport bar as she made her way outside. She attempted to key her unlock code into the touchscreen, but with her fingers still dripping in sweat the screen was mistyping the numbers she needed. "Oh good heavens!" she sighed in frustration, and wiped her sweaty palm and fingers across the driest piece of cloth she had available at the time - the tight yoga pants that stretched to contain her round, pert bottom. As she wiped her hand against her backside, her large cheeks were spread apart and a light hiss of gas escaped her dark hole in a girly fart. She sighed and smiled in relief. The various poses in her yoga sessions always left her a bit gassy afterwards, and she secretly loved the feeling of the hot gas leaving her body, puckering her under-appreciated arsehole as it went. Her fingers dry, she unlocked the phone and dialled the last missed call. "Hello? This is Mrs Riesin calling. I just had a missed call from this number?" She flicked away a strand of long auburn hair that clung to her pale cheek as she spoke. "Oh hello Mrs Riesin, it's Linda from St Albans here. I'm afraid young Luke is feeling under the weather and will need to be picked up from school this afternoon if you are able." "The poor thing! I'll head over shortly and pick him up. Thanks Linda. Tell my darling boy I'll be there in 20 minutes." "No worries at all Mrs Riesin. I'll let your daughter Margaret know that her younger brother is heading home sick also." All thoughts of finishing her yoga session now put aside, Anne Riesin made her way to the school to retrieve her beloved son. She coasted along the long straight roads towards St Albans, fretting as she thought of Luke ill. She had lost her husband Mark shortly after the birth of Luke in an accident at work, and had become extremely protective of her two children in the wake of that loss. At 18 years old, Luke was the younger of her two children. A wonderful boy, she thought, and becoming handsome to boot. He stood at almost 5"8' now; shorter than her own 5'11'' frame but still growing, and he sported a cute mop of black hair, unbeknowingly in similar fashion to his late father. That brought a smile and a rosy warmth to her cheeks as she drove - they were beginning to look so alike. He was gentle, quiet sort - more interested in solitude with his music and books than socialising. Her oldest child Margaret on the other hand, was turning into quite the socialite! She had inherited some of Anne's best assets it had seemed; her flowing auburn hair matching her mother's, and her plump bottom, thin waist and ample breasts giving her a classic hourglass figure that was beginning to attract plenty of attention from the boys at school. And occasionally the boy at home! Anne giggled to herself as she recalled earlier that morning when she spotted Luke struggling to conceal an unexpected and embarrassing erection in his boxer shorts - Margaret had unceremoniously bounced into the kitchen for breakfast wearing nothing but white cotton panties and a pale pink tanktop, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. She had walked up beside Luke and leaned across the table directly in front of him to grab a piece of toast, and Anne laughed when she recalled poor Luke's eyes widening and his mouth opening as his sisters barely clothed and glorious buttocks appeared unexpectedly directly in front of his nose. "Margaret! Don't torture your poor brother like that!" She cried with a laugh. "I need to get you a silk robe like mine or something! You can't just walk around the house like that young lady. The poor boy has enough hormones running through him to make him horny enough as is, without you sticking your butt out there like that" Luke blushed furiously as his mother talked about his obvious arousal. Anne loved her son, but she loved to tease him too, and thought he was extremely cute when flustered. Margaret seemed quite unphased about tormenting her younger brother, shrugging as she remained bent over the table - leaning forward on her elbows, her bottom poised high, her back lightly arched as her fingers danced in the bread basket as she picked out a morsel for her breakfast. "That's just slut-shaming mother!" She sung as she tore off a small piece of toast and popped it into her mouth. "I read about some articles about it on facebook the other day!". Much to Anne's amusement, poor Luke just sat in his chair, mouth open and mesmerised by the wanton sight in front of him. Margaret had begun to slowly sway her hips from side to side, her cotton panties slowly sliding up her glutes and gathering into the crack of her beautiful arse. The edges of her dark hole and the curve of her outer lips were visible beneath her bunched up panties as she spoke. "It's not my fault if some pervert fart-sniffer ogles me for wearing something that I'm perfectly comfortable in!" she said with a smirk. Luke furrowed his brow and retorted hotly "I am not a fart sniffer!" Margaret looked over her shoulder at her little brother with a mock look of shock her face, her auburn hair fanning out as she did so. She met his gaze framed between the globes of her backside. "Is that so?" Suddenly she slammed her bottom back towards his face, pinning his head against the back of the chair, his features lost in the round cheeks of her large bum, his nose and mouth pressed suddenly and tightly against the barely covered arsehole and pussy of his bossy older sister. Without skipping a beat she grunted and squeezed the muscles of her lower bowels, and Luke felt her anus balloon out against his nose as she ripped a hot, steamy fart into her brother's pinned face. "MARGARET!" Screamed Anne, shocked by her daughters lewdness. Luke recoiled with an audible groan as the foul wind forced it's way straight up his nose and settled into his lungs. His head swam and a thick musty taste materialised on his tongue, making him gag and inhale even more. Anne stepped forward and swatted down hard on her daughter's right arse cheek, sending waves of flesh rippling outward with a stinging slap. "Oww!" shrieked Margaret as she hopped to the side and out of her mother's reach, allowing Luke to take a ragged breath of fresh air as he struggled to recover from the humiliating act that his sister had just subjected him to. Margaret laughed as she rubbed her stinging backside, giggling even as she winced. "I brewed that one up all night long for you, little pervert!" she boasted, before turning and fleeing upstairs to her room to get ready for the school day. "Oh you wicked girl!" Anne called out after her daughter, trying to suppress a shocked laugh herself. Luke, having regained his composure, put his hands angrily on the table and began to stand, ready to chase his sister down and make her answer for humiliating him to thoroughly. Anne pressed down hard on her son's shoulders from behind, forcing him to sit suddenly once again. When he looked up at her in confusion, she softened her grip and began to gently rub his shoulders. She noticed his erection was still visible, now even harder and straining beneath his boxer shorts. She leaned and put her lips close to his ear. "Now sweetheart I know that what your sister just did was extremely unfair and upsetting to you, but I absolutely will not tolerate you coming to blows over silly pranks." She stated in a soothing low voice. "Prank?!" Exclaimed Luke incredulously. "She just-" His mother cut him off abruptly, her voice turning more authoritarian. "I saw exactly what she did! ... and I promise you I will have a very stern talking to her about it, trust me." Luke let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his mother's hands. She always sided with his sister, it wasn't fair, he thought. It was true that Anne had a particularly close bond with her daughter Margaret. She looked so much like a young, freckled version of herself that she couldn't help but treat her daughter as if she was imparting life lessons unto an earlier version of herself. She had worked methodically through the years to gain her daughter's complete trust. She wanted to know everything that Margaret was thinking and doing, even going as far as to coax her daughter into becoming comfortable in sharing the most intimate details of her life. When they had their inevitable discussion about the birds and bees, Anne had bought her daughter a range of various sex toys to experiment with - to instill the point that she should be comfortable talking with her mother about anything and everything, no matter how potentially embarrassing. She even knew about which boys her daughter had fooled around with at school, and how far they had gone with them. Anne had even given her daughter various sex tips - she figured it was better for Margaret to go into these inevitable relationships with some ammunition, and as little sexual naievete as she could. It lowered her daughter's chances of being taken advantage of. It resulted in a household of open sexual discourse. Thinking of the events between Luke and Margaret the earlier that morning as she pulled into the school parking lot, Anne noticed a familiar wetness between her yoga-toned thighs. Something about Luke's nose being tightly pressed into her daughter's scantily clad arse crease, and the humiliation as he was forced to take his sister's hot, steamy gas made her quim tingle. She dropped a manicured hand to the crotch of her yoga pants, cupping her pussy through the tight fabric as blood rushed toward her sex and swelled her lips. "Oh god I need to get laid!" she thought, laughing to herself at the thought of being so aroused after witnessing such a foul display from her mischievous daughter. Pulling into a parking spot, she turned off the car with her spare hand, and thought dreamily of the last man she had slept with as she rubbed her pussy slowly through her pants. It had been more than 5 years since her last tryst, and the man had been far too young for her to date publicly. She had met him out celebrating over a few cocktails at a bar after finally settling her late husband's estate - and securing a future of comfortable financial independence for herself and her - young at the time - children. His name was Jason, and at the time he was only 22 to her 34. A young machine-shop welder, he was crude and coarse and way too forward, but she was on a high from finally being finished with the endless meetings and solicitors, and she ached to feel someone kiss and lick and put their hands all over her body. Taking advantage of the sitter she had paid through until the end of the night, she took this young Jason back to a nearby hotel and fucked his brains out. She moaned and bit her lip and she squirmed in the car, memories of the torrid night flooding back to her. The young stud's wide eyes and she pushed him onto the creaky hotel bed. His muffled groan as she straddled his face and had him sloppily lick her pussy and asshole. His strong hands, gripping her arse cheeks as he pistoned his cock inside her, spasming in the throws of ecstasy. Her son's nose pressed up to the rosebud of her daughter's arse... "Fuuuuuck" she whispered, shuddering as she came, sitting in her car outside her children's school. Sticky pussy juice flooded from inside her folds, soaking through her panties and yoga pants and into the fingers that gyrated and pushed her on her aching clit. Her sizeable chest heaved as she breathed in gasps, shocked at the final image that had pushed her over the edge and into an intense climax. "Jesus. Pull it together Anne!" she muttered as she tried to freshen herself up before going in to retrieve her son from the school nurse. "At least I'm wearing black pants!" she giggled to herself, as she opened the car door to let herself out. She must have been sitting in there day dreaming and playing with herself for at least 10 minutes! Anne could feel the creamy, sticky juices continuing to leak from her pussy and dribbling down to her dark hole as she walked, coating the ring of her anus with her cum. She squirmed and smiled as she walked. into the school to retrieve her poor little sick son. Anne entered the school nurses office and was led swiftly to her son by Linda. Luke lay on a small bed with a damp cloth upon his face, dozing fitfully. Anne squatted down beside her son, and reaching up to his face, stroked him on the cheek to check his temperature. He groaned at her touch, and she was suddenly self conscious that he would recognise the musky scent of her sex that lingered on the fingers that she stroked his face with, but his temperature was soaring and he was sweating so much that she didn't think he would have noticed even if he had been more aware. "I'd best get him home and have the doctor make a home visit. Could you help me walk him to the car Linda?" Supported by the two women, Luke walked groggily to his mother's car and took his seat. He felt horrible. This day just kept getting worse - first his sister humiliating him at breakfast, and now this horrible sickness he was coming down with. Anne rushed her son home, and insisted he go straight to bed and rest while she called the family doctor, a woman named Mary who had seen to the children since they were just babies. Luke passed into a fitful sleep, and dreamed of terrible things. He dreamed that his hands and feet were bound, and were being stretched apart by some unseen darkness. His joints ached and cracked, his muscles became raw and tired from straining against their bonds. And then suddenly, instead of being stretched apart, he felt the force change direction - compressing his tired body inwards and on itself. He groaned and convulsed in his sleep, sweating profusely, his head seething in pain. Everything seemed to rush fast around him, and suddenly the pain ceased. He settled into a restless slumber. Not long later, Luke was woken from his sleep by an ear-splitting shriek. He woke up with a start, and was immediately confused by the fact that he was naked and swamped in an enormous and somewhat heavy blanket of cloth. He tried to shrug off his confusion and rustle his way out of this oversize blanket, and emerged from underneath it. He was immediately confronted with the most bizarre and terrifying vision of his young life to date. Two enormous faces peered down at him, giant mouths agape in shock. He recognised one as that of his beautiful mother, tears welling in her eyes, and the other as his childhood doctor, Mary. Their faces alone seemed to be more than three times the length of his entire body, and were towering over him. He scrambled back in terror, and realised the heavy blanket he had been trapped under was in fact his school shirt that he had worn to sleep. With a horrifying shock, he came to the realisation that he had somehow and against all reason, been shrunk down to a humiliating and diminutive size, and that his life would never be the same... Mrs Riesin's Son Ch. 02 Anne sobbed quietly with her head in her hands as the small army of doctors poked and prodded at her tiny son. The past few days had been a whirlwind of activity at the Riesin household, with government medical specialists and disease control agents coming and going to inspect the shrunken phenomenon. Almost immediately upon seeing Luke's 4-inch tall form on the bed, Mary had called the Centre for Disease Control, and the moment that she had mentioned Luke's shrinking condition the line was suddenly intercepted by another agency. They gave no name, but very clear instructions. Lock down the house. Isolate the subject. And perhaps the most ominous of all - not a word of this event shall be spoken to anybody outside their immediate family on pain of swift incarceration. Immediately after the phone call ended, the house was cut off from the power grid, and despite Mary's attempts to call her colleagues and Anne's attempts to call her daughter, neither of their phones seemed functional. Something had jammed the signal. Anne was so shocked and grief stricken over the predicament of her tiny son that she barely even remembered what happened next, only that Mary held her as she sobbed, and poor Luke seemed to have fainted out of fright. Agents had arrived at the Riesin household within the hour. Displaying no badges or identification, they secured the property and immediately placed Luke's tiny body into a small, strange box. It was clear on all sides and sealed completely, except for a small black unit on the side that seemingly filtered the oxygen entering and leaving the tiny prison. Having shrunken out of his clothes, poor Luke was forced to sit naked and exposed on the cold perspex floor of his new prison, his knees tucked tight up to his chest and his head hung low as he tried again and again to wake up from this nightmare. Open seeing her son trapped and naked in his prison, she cried out to the agents in the room. "For heavens sake!" She cried. "At least let me give him something to cover up with!" The agents glanced between each other, and one nodded to her. She withdrew a cotton handkerchief from her purse, which was lightly used but she didn't care at that moment, and one of the agents unsealed the lid so that she could gently place the light cloth over his exposed form. Luke looked up at his beautiful mother as she reached in with her giant manicured hand, and felt a surge of overwhelming gratitude towards her. He felt reassured that she was there and looking out for him in this terrifying and confusing moment in his life. He stared up at her beautiful green eyes, her iris almost the size of his entire head, and he could see the love and concern she harboured for him. Her heady breath exploded towards him as spoke softly "I love you, Luke". "I love you too Mom!" he cried, and then her hand was withdrawn and the perspex lid was replaced above his head, sealing him in once again. He drew the makeshift blanked close around himself, and was comforted by the lingering scent of his mother's sweet perfume. As Anne walked shakily back to sit at her table to watch the continuing flow of secretive medical and security agents coming and going from the scene, she saw her beautiful daughter Margaret enter the room, a very professional looking 50-something man at her side in a dark suit, blue tie, and carrying a briefcase at his side. Margaret was trembling, her pale freckled face wrought with bloodshot eyes, and she wailed as she ran across the room to her mother for a comforting embrace. "Oh mother! They told me what happened to little Luke! How he's well...well..." She couldn't finish her sentence, and burst into tears. Margaret hugged her daughter tight, patting her on the back and trying to hold back her own tears as the older man approached the two ladies. "I'm very sorry that you have to go through this, Mrs Riesin, and I apologise for the necessary response." He swept his hand at the table with Luke in his cage, and the surrounding agents inspecting her sweet son. "I know you have your questions, and I will be happy to answer those which I am able to. You must understand however, that some answers will remain classified." Anne sniffled and nodded as the man continued to speak in calm, level and considered tones. She knew the type - he was a legal man. "Clearly things are going to be very different from now on, and we need to establish a few important preliminary items." He reached into his briefcase, producing a small stack of documents. As he handed her the first of these, he spoke again. "First and foremost of these, is absolute, iron-clad non-disclosure. Until we know exactly what this affliction is, we cannot and will not allow news of these events to spread. Without a strategically crafted response and explanation to the public, there would be panic in the streets, and conspiracy would fester. We consider this to be an unacceptable outcome." He looked Anne straight in the eye as he spoke, and she gave a faint nod in reply. "You will notice in these documents a few clauses that you won't see in civilian legalese. I trust you understand that outside this household, your silence on these matters is essential, and mandatory. Doctor Mary will be signing one of these also" Anne blurted out as he finished "Ha-have there been many cases before?" she pressed. The man in the suit inclined his head as he answered. "Some, yes. The first caught us off guard, but now we have a task force equipped to deal with this, as you can see. Now the seco-" Anne interrupted him again "Were the other cases OK?" She cried "Were they alright and... healthy??!" He pursed his lips, waited for a moment, and then to her great relief he nodded. "Yes Mrs Riesin. Despite the drastic change in size, in all of the other cases we have observed the subjects have all been in otherwise good health. In fact, the subjects even seem to be slightly more hardy than you might otherwise suspect. We're not 100% on the physiological changes that they experience yet, but we believe that during the transformation process, certain critical aspects such as bone and muscle density, and immune-response actually end up being quite favourable for the subjects. That's not to say they are not vulnerable to harm, but they have displayed a surprising amount of fortitude." Anne smiled and inhaled raggedly, a great amount of relief visible on her face as she still clutched her quietly sobbing daughter to her heaving chest. The man in the suit handed her the second document. "Now, to the second item. In the prior cases that we have addressed, not all of the subjects had adequate... continuing support available. Accordingly, we have a facility where we can house your son should you find yourself unable to care for him discreetly in the family home. And so, Mrs Riesin, I give you a choice. If it is all too much, you can sign your son into our care, should you wish." Anne shook her head emphatically, sending wavy auburn hair fanning about her shoulders. "I absolutely won't let him go. He has to stay here with us! He's my baby!" She cried. The man nodded. "Of course Mrs Riesin, and as I suspected. There is no doubt that you are a dedicated mother." He withdrew the second document from the table, and handed her the last of them. "The final item, is that which allows us to return periodically to your home - with your consent of course - to study the effects of this affliction, should we need to. I'm sure you agree, it is imperative that we understand this more clearly in time." A look of concern passed over Anne's face. "You won't hurt my baby boy will you?" The man gave a reassuring smile "We won't hurt your son, Mrs Riesin. Past cases have warranted more thorough medical investigation, but at this stage we simply need to make sure that your son's symptoms are congruent with those that we have observed previously. Most of these observations will be taken care of in the next few days, and then we will be out of your hair." The next week flew by in the blur of commotion, and then suddenly the house was quiet again, and Anne was left alone to try to figure out how to live with her 5''10' daughter and 4 inch son. Adjusting to their new circumstances was extremely strange at first. Anne was very protective of Luke around the house, being as gentle as possible out of fear of crushing him when she carried him from room to room. She refused to let him walk around on his own, lest he be stepped on accidentally. She had Margaret drive to the local mall to pick up various figurines from the toy store, so that their clothing could be used by Luke, who had up until that point remained wrapped in his mother's handkerchief. At meal time, she sat him up on the table with them and gave him a small morsels of food served in a sauce dish, and at night she had him sleep on a pillow on the floor by the bed in her room. The most embarrassing moment of adjustment to their new lifestyle came when Luke needed to use the toilet. His mother refused to accept his request to simply do his business down the drain of the shower floor, where the drain guard would have protected him from falling to harm. "You may be shrunken but that doesn't make you a savage! You'll continue to use the toilet like a civilized young man!" She had insisted. Anne picked her son up gently and placed him on the edge of the toilet seat, and then squatted down on her haunches and waited patiently, watching. She wore a pink cardigan that buttoned up rather low on her round chest, and a stretchy maxi skirt that hugged the pronounced curve of her bottom as she squatted. Luke peered apprehensively over the edge of the seat and into the waters below, and then looked up at the beautiful face of his giant mother. He was not pleased. Perhaps up at normal height it smelled fine, but down so close to the seat he was dealing with the gamey-heady scent of a toilet regularly used by his giantess mother and sister. His mother's features seemed slightly amused but he couldn't be sure - he was still adjusting to perceiving expressions up so close - it was a bit like trying to watch a film at the cinema when too sitting too close to the screen. It was the first hint of a smile he had seen on his mother's face since this all began. "Can't you at least turn around while I go? Jeeze Mom." "I'm sorry darling, but I can't risk you falling. I'm staying right here until you're done" she stated in a very motherly fashion, her minty breath rustling his mop of black hair as she spoke. "That's not fair! I'll be perfectly safe!" he argued, but Anne disagreed. Still squatting down by the toilet bowl in front of her son, she folded her arms in front of her as she spoke. This caused her already large pale breasts to be pushed upwards, and Luke couldn't help but ogle at the site. Her cleavage was ridiculously massive in front of him, and this close up he could see the veins beneath her pale skin and the light sheen of sweat between her breasts. His tiny cock stirred in his makeshift trousers. "In fact, we should have your sister here for this too. She'll no doubt need to help you with this at some point if I'm out of the house somewhere. Margaret!" She shouted out over her shoulder. "Come and learn how to help your little brother go to the toilet!" Luke groaned in embarrassment as his sister entered the room with a smirk, standing by the doorway in a tanktop and yoga shorts that clung tightly to her ample figure, with a hand on her wide hips. "Hey!" She said chirpily. "Your butt looks great Mom, all those squats at yoga are doing wonders for your figure!" She laughed. Anne smiled at her daughter and wiggled her backside in appreciation of the compliment. Margaret seemed to be adjusting the quickest of all of them to their new situation, and had already begun to resume her sisterly teasing. "Mom this is so humiliating. Can't you just let me do this alone!" Luke protested. She shook her head dismissively, sending her auburn hair waving about her shoulders. Luke watched her enormous red, plump lips part as she spoke. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about honey. Everybody poops you know. I do it all the time, your sister does also..." "Yeah!" Margaret cut in with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Before all this started you smelled some evidence of that fact first hand little brother!" She cried out with a giggle. Luke blushed furiously and oddly felt his tiny cock twinge again at the humiliating memory. He noticed his mother try to stifle a laugh herself. Despite his embarrassment, it warmed Luke's heart to see some small joy evident in his lovely mother's expression again."Fiiiine then. Let's just get this over with already." He sighed in defeat. Dropping his trousers and looking over his shoulder, he swallowed his pride, squatted down, and pushed out his dinky business over the edge. The tiny amount of waste he produced barely even made a splash as it hit the toilet water in what seemed like metres below him. Margaret giggled uncontrollably at the site, and with Luke's pants drawn down, Anne couldn't help but notice her son's tiny, semi-erect cock. She felt a familiar wetness creep into her panties. "Hmm" Anne hummed. "I didn't quite think this through entirely... the toilet paper is far too coarse for your cute little bottom..." Luke looked horrified at what his mother might propose next. "I know!" She beamed a wide smile "I'll just wash you under the tap, like when you were a little baby!" "Mom no!" Luke cried, but before he could protest further his mother reached out and surrounded his 4-inch body with her soft, well manicured hands, lifting him from the seat of the toilet and carrying him over into the basin of the bathroom sink. "Oh don't be silly Luke, I washed you like this all the time when you were little... the first time!" She said with a little laugh. He desperately tried to wriggle his way out of her hold, but Anne easily turned her miniature son over so that he was facing downwards, pulled his tiny clothes off his body, and then turned the tap on. The lukewarm water rushing from the tap sounded like a roaring waterfall from his perspective, and felt like one too as it pushed down on his back with considerable force, pinning him in position. Anne used her soft fingers to rub the water over her helpless son's back, and then drew her fingers down to his backside. The hair on the back of her neck prickled, and the wetness between her thighs surged as she used her index finger to spread her tiny son's bum cheeks, rubbing his bottom gently. She noticed his tiny cock hung down below him and pushed up against the hand she help him in, and with her motions she couldn't avoid rubbing against his tiny erect cock it as she cleaned him. Margaret stepped up behind her mother, peeking over her shoulder at the site. "He's a helpless little thing, isn't he mother." Margaret spoke softly into her mother's ear, not wanting to let Luke hear their conversation over the roaring of the tap. "Yes my love." She replied softly to her beautiful daughter" We need to take extra special care of him now. And not just his little body, but his mind too. The future he had planned... schooling... girls... none of it will be normal now, and he will need us more than ever" Anne sighed, guilty in her secret arousal as she continued running her soft wet fingers all over his tiny body in the basin, long after any pretense of actually cleaning him had faded. Margaret nuzzled her face into the softness of her mother's neck, seeking comfort in Anne's fragrant auburn hair, as the two Riesin women studied the naked and helpless 4-inch young man before them, trying to imagine where their lives together might take them next. Mrs Riesin's Son Ch. 03 Luke sprinted across the floor of the kitchen, laughing aloud as he listened to his giant sister shout after him. "I can't believe you did that you little bastard!" Margaret cried, hopping up and down on one foot. "That tack could have really hurt my foot!" A small blot of blood was visible on the right sole of her white knee-high socks, in the approximate spot where Luke had snuck an upturned tack into her one of her shoes. The sister and tiny younger brother had begun playing pranks on each other with increasing frequency in the past week, and Anne welcomed the constant ruckus; the antics signalled a return to relative normalcy in Luke's behaviour. Despite the unfortunate shrinking circumstances, they had reverted back to their boisterous rivalry; and in her mind that was a wonderful improvement from the bout of depression that had afflicted her poor son since the incident. Anne sat at the kitchen table as she watched her 4-inch tall son run from the room, and let out of a squeal of delight as Margaret lept up and began to chase after him, her breasts bouncing considerably beneath the white V-neck sweater with checkered skirt she wore today. Anne squeezed her thighs together and her pussy tingled as she imagined what punishment her daughter might have in mind for retaliation. Despite whatever pranks Luke may come up with to annoy his sister, Margaret always caught up with him, and her punishment was always guaranteed to be more extreme in response. Anne had to admit to herself, the potential new ways that her tiny son could be dominated was becoming a considerable turn on that consumed her thoughts more and more every day. Each night before bedtime in recent weeks, Anne would give Luke a big wet goodnight kiss as he lay on the small pillow on the floor beside her bed (engulfing almost half his body with her plump pink lips in the process), and then she would endure a short but agonising wait to ensure her tiny son was asleep before she moved her soft hands over the beautiful mounds of her enormous motherly breasts, each squeeze sending ripples of goosebumps across her pale flesh. Imagining all the ways in which she could use and abuse her helpless son on the floor right next to her for her pleasure, she would slide her hands down further down, brushing over her not-quite-flat but fairly toned belly, and eventually down to cup her pulsating, swollen pussy. Without fail, she was always soaking through her panties in anticipation at this point, and it didn't take long before she would be plunging her fingers into her steamy quim to the knuckles, producing considerable amounts of sticky white girl-cum in the process. It became a nightly struggle not to scream aloud and thrash about too violently as she came hard, fantasizing about using her son in all kinds of taboo ways. Every night, she imagined licking his tiny form all over, sucking on his body like a lollipop, and guiding him into the most intimate folds of her body - covering him in her slimy, sticky cum, and making him drink his own mother's juices as she slid and pumped her son's entire shrunken body in and out of her aching pussy with reckless abandon. And then, when he was completely exhausted from being used as her own personal living dildo, her taboos became even more extreme. She imagined pushing him out of her pussy, soaked in her cream, and then squatting above him and as her stomach begins to rumble and her arsehole begins to pucker and quiver... Anne snapped out of her daydreams, realising that she must have looked quite a sight; sweating profusely in her chair, her eyes closed, cheeks flushed, one finger curled in her mouth as she sucked on it wantonly. Her sizeable bust heaved against the tight sports bra and her meaty, toned, milky white thighs squeezed together, toes curled while her pussy hummed in her skin-tight yoga shorts. She was suddenly filled with a wave of shame and guilt - the same kind that often plagued her immediately after her taboo-fantasy fuelled masturbation sessions every night. How could she entertain such nasty thoughts about her poor shrunken son? It was totally wrong, and yet that fact only seemed to make her ache to fulfil her fantasies even more, dominating her thoughts with an ever increasing frequency. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes and returning her to her dirty fantasies. She shouldn't be ashamed about her sexual desires - she reasoned with herself. After all, they're totally private fantasies, right? Nobody knew of or could judge her for entertaining her unconventional, taboo fantasy. She bit gently at her upper lip as her mind rushed back to picturing the myriad of ways she might use and abuse her tiny son for her pleasure. In the other room, Luke's tiny chest heaved from the exertion that it took to sprint into the nearby bathroom and find a suitable place to hide before his sister thundered in through the door behind him, her footsteps shaking the floor and causing Luke's teeth to chatter with each stride. Just before she entered, he had managed to slide along the white tile floor and scramble behind the toilet brush container, immediately adjacent to the toilet itself. He grinned and tried not to breathe too loudly while catching his breath as he watched the reflection on the tile on the wall of his enormous sister cursing and looking around frustratedly for him. He saw Margaret stop, and then move to close and lock the bathroom door. Was that a smile on her face? "Oh no." He thought to himself. "Now I'm really in trouble." "So you little twerp. I know you're in here somewhere. You've let me no choice but to flush you out of your hiding place" Margaret said menacingly as she came to stand in front of the toilet. Time seemed to move slow as she let her soft skirt slide down over the skin of her pert round bum, her cheeks flushing in anticipation of carrying out her new plan. Margaret felt goosebumps shoot up her creamy white thighs and she giggled as she stepped out of the fallen item of clothing in her knee-high white socks. Her panties were white with pale pink love-hearts on them today, and she hitched her thumbs into the elastic band of her underwear and began to draw them down slowly, bending over as she did so. She knew that somewhere in the room, her perverted little brother was watching. All it took was one wrong move to give his location away... Luke stifled a gulp, his mouth running dry and his erection rising strongly as he watched the glorious sight of his giant sister's beautiful peach shaped arse through the reflection of the tile. The room had become very quiet as she performed her little striptease, but Luke knew his older sister well, and resisted the powerful urge to get a better look at the pale round moons of Margaret's considerable bubble butt, lest he give away his hiding place and allow her to exact her revenge. Her panties slid down her smooth legs and hit the floor, and she took one delicate step either side of them, her feet still covered by her knee-high white socks and just more than shoulder width apart. Luke watched her bend forward seductively, swishing her hair out of her face as she looked over one shoulder to admire the curves of her own arse, and then she moved her hands to cup each of her round cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal her forbidden crevasse with her tight little asshole and beautiful pink pussy. "I'm afraid you've left me no other option little Luke..." she spoke in a suddenly husky voice. Luke's erection was raging at this point, and he had one hand shoved into his trousers and gripped tightly around his cock. He bit his lip, incredibly turned on but also slightly confused and ashamed that he was so aroused by being teased and taunted by his sister. Maybe he could just sneak a peek and she wouldn't notice. He shuffled towards the edge of the toilet brush container, peeking his head around the edge of it to get a better look, one hand slowly pumping his cock. His giantess sister stood facing away from, and from his spot on the floor not far from her ankle, he had an amazing view. Her left foot right in front of him was enormous. About the size of car to Luke, it was covered by the cotton material of her knee-high socks - following the delicate arch of her foot, the curve of her heel, and then stretched taut across her round, firm calves, coming to end in the dimples behind her knee. From this close and at his size, áLuke could smell the sour-vinegary scent of her sweat; she must have slept all night in those socks, and he wondered if they would be damp to the touch. He wrinkled his nose at the smell, but it did nothing to soften his raging hard-on. Continuing his gaze up, her giant quads her visible on the outsides of her thighs, the muscles in tension beneath her skin as she bent over - sticking her amazing peach bottom out and back. On the insides of her legs, Luke saw softer pale white flesh of her thighs, with fields of goosebumps on her skin and fine, girly wispy hairs silhouetted against the morning sun. Craning his neck upwards, he gazed up at the giant round mounds of her arse cheeks, and he gripped his rock hard cock to keep himself from coming. Her bum was full and round, and looked like the softest and most wonderful thing he had ever laid eyes on. Her cheeks were amazingly perky, holding their spherical shape as she stood. His eyes followed down the length of her massive arsecrack to the gap between her thighs where her pussy lay. Her vulva was perfectly formed, her inner lips daintily framed against the smoothness of her skin, and he could see a small patch of auburn hair on the skin below her navel. His gaze drifted down to the base of her pussy, over her soft taint, and up to where all the wonderful curves of her derriere seemed to lead; her arsehole looked tight and pink, with a beautiful halo of soft, folded, and slightly tanned skin surrounding it. At his diminutive stature, her most intimate hole would have been about the size of his entire head. Luke stood on the tile floor looking up into to the tantalising abyss of his sister's giant bum from no more than a metre away, his gaze lingering on her pretty anus, cock in hand. All of a sudden, her pink anal ring bulged outwards obscenely, expelling a rush of hot gas into the space behind her, accompanied by a low pitched trumpet-like blast that rung in Luke's tiny ears. Luke was right in the firing line, and the smell hit him like a wall. He could feel the warm humidity of her gas in the air surrounding him, and the musky stench of her arse filled his nose and mouth. He was disgusted by the foul wind, yet against his own volition he came to an intense orgasm; spilling his cum onto the floor as his knees buckled. He couldn't help but let out an audible groan as his body betrayed him and claimed it's ecstasy at the taboo circumstance. Margaret was on him in a moment, scooping him up roughly and laughing wickedly in the process. She held Luke up to her nose, which was as big as his entire torso, and sniffed deeply. She wrinkled her nose and giggled. "I can see you loved that, didn't you." She let out a mock sigh, a deviant smile never leaving her face as she spoke. Strands of auburn hair were strewn across her heart shaped face. "Clearly my farts aren't punishment enough for such a little pervert. Well, I'll have to come up with something else then." She tapped her chin with her free hand, making a show of being in thought. Luke could feel her hot breath blowing against his body as he struggled within her grasp. "You know, Mother and I always have to babysit you while you do your business on the toilet. Maybe it's time you returned the favour?" She said with a wink. Luke kicked and shouted and thrashed in her grip, but it was useless. Margaret swung around with him in her hand, and sat her plump bum onto the toilet seat. She brought him down to the level of the seat between her knees. He looked down the ravine of her creamy white thighs, and saw her steamy pussy at the end. Margaret drew her delicate finger seductively from her knee up the inside of her thigh, a twinkle in her eye. His cock began to stiffen again, pressing up against the fingers of the hand that help gripped him. "You are such a little pervert!" she laughed. "Well, be careful what you wish for little man!" Held tight within her grip, Luke's eyes widened in awe as a stream of steaming hot stream of urine erupted from his sister's urethra into the toilet bowl below him. The sour smell that assaulted his senses was overwhelming, and the noise of the stream splashing into the toilet water below was deafening. From his diminutive scale, he could also feel tiny flecks of piss and toilet water flicker back up towards him. "Let me go you psycho!" He cried, but he may as well have not said anything – no mercy was going to be forthcoming from Margaret. From the leer she was giving him as she emptied her bladder, she was enjoying her revenge too much. Luke continued to thrash in vain in her giant hands. As the stream of his giant sister's sticky hot piss began to dither to a trickle, Luke noticed her shift her bare milky thighs apart on the toilet seat, widening the open crevice between her round white asscheeks. "You can't be serious! This is too far!" He cried out – but his body was telling another story. His tiny erection was raging again, poking directly between two of his sister's grasping fingers. She gave his tiny cock a squeeze with her hand as she laughed him off. "Don't lie to me, perv. I know you're enjoying this way more than you'd like to admit, you freak. I saw your little fart-sniffing cum episode on the bathroom floor before. Let's see how much you enjoy this then!" Luke saw her stomach muscles tighten, as she furrowed her brow and squeezed her insides. An echoing series of farts erupted from her tight pink sphincter, the edge of which was only just visible to Luke through the darkness of her ass crack as it vibrated with each release. A series of short put-put-puts rang out into the toilet bowl, followed by a longer airier blast which rattled off after a few seconds. Luke felt the hurricane of musty-humid-filthy air engulf him, and he had no choice but to breathe in the dizzying thick gas. His vision blurred and his head lolled from side to side as he endured his giant sister's toilet torture, his eyes welling up in shame and humiliation as his body convulsed feebly, his cock spurting forth a tiny load of cum once more. He heard his sister's words ringing out around him as he surveyed the flecks of filth that were splattered against the porcelain of the toilet bowl below, the girlish glee in her voice sounding particularly cruel to his ears... "...you're lucky I don't have a big stinky turd ready to push out for you this time little man..." She said with a giggle. Luke shuddered as she uttered the next words: "And remember, if you tell Mom what we've been up to, I can think of waaaay nastier things to do with you." She placed him on the floor as she began to wipe herself clean with toilet paper, laughing as he sunk to a heap, his four-inch body heaving from the sordid encounter. "Besides, it would be pointless to dob on me - you know she'll side with me anyway." She said slyly as she wiped the paper across her tacky butthole. "After all, I'm the only one left with a real future. You will just be forever Mom's cute little play-thing to look after and do with as she likes. You're less than a human now." As she flushed the toilet, Luke began to sob in a tiny heap. "You're right!" He cried out, a flood of emotion rushing back to overwhelm him. "It's all over for me. I'll never have a proper education! I'll never get a job. I'll never have a girlfriend or get to travel! I'm just going to be this fucking tortured little doll for the rest of my life!" Seeing how genuinely upset she'd made him, Margaret felt a twinge of guilt. He might be a pathetic toy-thing now, but he was still family she supposed. She hitched her panties back up to cover her trimmed auburn bush, and squatted down to face him closer to his position on the toilet floor. "Sorry little man. I didn't mean to make you sad – I was just trying to get even with your prank. You know Mom and I will always be here to look aft- ... well, to be here for you." She said as sweetly as she could muster. Luke wiped tears from his eyes, looking up at the uncharacteristic display of clemency from his enormous and beautiful sister. "I'm right though, aren't I" He spoke dejectedly. "None of that stuff is going to happen for me" "Well look on the bright side buddy. You get to hang out with two absolutely drop-dead gorgeous women the size of skyscrapers. It's constant big boobs and big butts for you – isn't that every guy's dream? You get to live it!" She said with a laugh. Her expression turned wily as she continued. "Plus, I wouldn't worry so much about the whole girlfriend thing. I don't think Mom is going to be able to last much longer keeping her hands off you!" She giggled. "What?!" Exclaimed Luke incredulously. "Mom wants to... do stuff with me? Isn't that you know... incest or whatever? Morally wrong?" Margaret flipped her auburn fringe away from her face and gave a surprisingly nonchalant shrug. "It's certainly not normal, but then neither is being shrunk to 4-inches tall and having to pretend that you basically don't exist anymore. Besides, she has serious sexual urges that she tries to keep a hold of, with nobody to help her release them." Luke's jaw was hanging open in shock as his sister continued their bathroom chat. "She tells me about them all the time – we've always talked about that stuff. She knows which guys I like to mess with at school, and I know when she's struggling with being so horny and alone all the time. Hell squirt, just this morning she was telling me how she still can't stop fantasizing about that time I made you sniff my fart at the dining table!" She said with a laugh. "She was telling me, she was so shocked and knew she had to tell me off, but all she really wanted to do was grab you by the hair and keep you there. Start barking orders for you to lick and sniff and stuff. Do you think I would have done that in the first place if I didn't know I couldn't get away with it? Don't get me wrong, she loves you and wants to be a good mommy too, but she's got a serious dominant and kinky streak that she's always been trying to keep in check. And now that you're so tiny and helpless, well... it's just a matter of time really..." Luke's face had turned a furious shade of red. Seemingly odd things about his experiences growing up had suddenly come into a strange focus for him. He recalled multiple occasions of being pinned down in compromising positions beneath his sister's bottom or scissor gripped between her thighs as they wrestled as kids – begging his Mom looking on to tell Margaret to let him tap out, and watching Anne just blatantly give her daughter tips on how better to smother him instead. Or when he was caught playing computer games instead of studying, how his Mom would punish him by forcing him to lie on the floor at the foot of the living room couch and make him rub her (often smelly) feet. Margaret watched the cogs turning in his little brain with amusement. "Makes a bit of sense now doesn't it? Remember the dreaded panty-punishment?" She grinned wickedly. "That was my favourite to watch! Remember how if you cussed in front of her, Mom used to make you go into her room, pick out a pair of her used panties from her washing hamper, and wear them on your head for an hour?" She laughed as she recalled the humiliating image. "It worked a treat! You didn't swear around Mom for much longer after that! No wonder you are such a dirty pervert though" "Yeah I'm not so sure that is an accident anymore..." He said dejectedly as he recalled the memory of the used panty-punishment, remembering the musky smell of his beautiful mother's used thongs and cotton underwear that she would make him to drape across his face for misbehaving. His cock stirred involuntarily at the memory of the dirty, sweaty, humiliating scent. He was suddenly viewing his mother in a different light. He was suddenly scared. Mrs Riesin's Son Ch. 03 "Anyway kiddo, I'm just saying. You might be tiny but you won't be alone. And as for Mom's urges and the whole no-girlfriend thing? Well, if I were you I would take what I could get!" She scooped Luke off the floor in her hands, holding him close to her breasts as she opened the bathroom door, heading towards the kitchen. "Anyway I need to have some breakfast before school – and I think just maybe you've suffered enough for one morning." As Luke re-entered the family kitchen cradled in his giant sister's hands like a small pet, he couldn't help but notice the state of his mother as she sat at the kitchen table. She was lathered in a light sheen of sweat and her sizeable bust was lightly heaving. Her dark auburn hair was strewn and plastered across her heart-shaped face; she looked like someone who had just readjusted herself a moment before they stepped into the room. Anne's turned to look at her beautiful voluptuous daughter carrying her tiny adorable son. Her pussy was aching and pulsing from the fingering she had just been enjoying while imagining how her daughter might be tormenting Luke just a few rooms away. "So... I hope you were gentle when you caught him Margaret..." She said with a wry smile. "Oh yes I was very forgiving mother... after I put him in his place of course" Margaret said smartly. "In fact I think it really brought us closer in the end." "Oh? How so?" asked Anne, holding back laughter. "Well you know how poor little Luke always needs to be accompanied to the toilet by one of us? Well he was just sooo remorseful about his reckless and dangerous stunt with the thumb tack, that he actually offered to accompany me to the loo for once!" She exclaimed with a laugh. Luke rolled his eyes at his sister's disingenuous description of their encounter. "More like she dangled me over the toilet and threatened to drop me in!" He protested from his resting place in his sister's hands. "Oh come now Luke, your sister would never do such a thing. Besides, it's only fair if she keeps an eye on you while she does her business I suppose - after all we have to stand guard while you do yours!" Anne retorted. "I told you Mom - you don't need to! Just put me in there up on the seat and I can go myself! Nothing bad will happen! It's so embarrassing with you in the room!" "Oh nonsense you little cute thing. Imagine if you fell into the toilet bowl! Your sister and I would never know - and before long one of us would come along needing to pee or take a dump..." Anne's pussy throbbed at the thought. "Just imagine, your Mom's big round bum closing in on you from above. And then..." She laughed out gleefully, leaving the rest of the imagined scenario to hang in Luke's mind. Luke looked mortified, particularly recalling the conversation he had just had with Margaret in the bathroom. Nevertheless his perverted subconscious overrode his shame, and he could feel his tiny erection throbbing in his smallclothes. "Oh Mom, you can't be serious!" Exclaimed Margaret. Luke looked hopefully up past his sister's large pale breasts to her freckled face. Was she standing up for him? He hoped. "That wouldn't even be a punishment!" She cried out. "This little guy would like that! Your bum might be big and round but only in the best good ways - it's clearly spank-bank material for him!!" The two Riesin girls burst into laughter. "Don't you think so little brother? Do you like your Mom's big nice bum?" She looked down at him with a patronising smile. Silence hung in the air as the two women waited for his response, unable to contain their mischievous grins. Anne slid her hands down to her hips and subtly gyrated her bottom on the kitchen chair, showing off her curves with a mock pout of her lips. Her pussy was practically gushing within the confines of her tight yoga shorts from this teasing barrage of innuendo that she and her daughter were unleashing on her hapless son. "Well?" She asked. "...oh... of... of course. Yes Mom you have.." he sighed before continuing "..You have a beautiful bum." He admitted shyly. His tiny cock felt diamond hard. The two women burst into laughter. "You little pervert!" cried Margaret. "Well I'm flattered Lukey!" Anne said with a giggle and a flirtatious wink. "I didn't realise we've got a little oedipus on our hands here... or rather should I say in our hands." With that the two women burst into another fit of laughter. Luke blushed furiously in humiliation. Their mirth was cut short by a ring at the door-bell. Through the frosted glass they could all see the outline of someone waiting outside. "I'll get it Mom, you hide Luke!" whispered Margaret, thrusting her tiny brother over into their mother's hands. As Margaret bounded for the door, Anne looked around in a hurry, trying to find somewhere clever to hide him. But her daughter was almost there, and without much time left Anne did the first thing that came to mind: She grabbed her 4-inch son in one hand and stuffed him down the front of her sportsbra! In shock, Luke was plunged head-first between the two sweaty globes of his mother's enormous pale white breasts. The pressure and heat was intense, and he was instantly lathered in her salty and pungent sweat. He was wedged upside down, crushed together and held in place by her giant tits. As he tried to shout out, his mother's salty sweat invaded his mouth, silencing his protests to a mere gulp and a moan. He could feel her heartbeat thumping in her chest - her heart rate seemingly increasing. Luke felt his mother's fingers poke roughly at his feet which were the last part of him still exposed, stuffing the last visible part of her tiny son into the crevice of her enormous boobs. He couldn't believe the situation he found himself in. How could his luck possibly get any worse? And then he began to slip downwards... Mrs Riesin's Son Ch. 04 Anne's hand trembled lightly as it slid downwards across her soft belly, snaking it's way under her sheer black panties. With a soft gasp, she plunged her middle and ring fingers deep into her pussy as she lay on her bed in the dark, trying hard not to squeal too loudly in carnal delight as her fingers curled and squeezed at her insides - prodding desperately for her G-spot. She struggled to remain quiet as she fantasized in the dark; the object of her sordid desires - her 4-inch tall son Luke - was asleep on his pillow on the floor by her bedside. Sticky girl-cum welled from within her, coating her fingers and soaking her panties, while with her other hand she pawed and squeezed at one of her enormous pale breasts as she recalled the tantalising image from earlier in the week... She remembered teasing and taunting her helpless shrunken son as she sat in the kitchen, coaxing him into admitting his admiration of her soft, round bottom, when her fun was interrupted by a knock at the door. As Margaret bounded off to answer the door, Anne had acted on impulse and shoved her tiny son Luke deep into depths of her steamy, clammy cleavage. Her pussy throbbed as she thought of little Luke pinned helplessly between her soft giant tits, her heady scent and sweat dominating his experience. Her heart had pounded as she struggled to maintain her composure during her conversation with Claire, a nosy neighbour from her street who had dropped in to visit in the hopes of gaining some gossip on the sudden departure of her son. "Military college you say? I had no idea that Luke was interested in that sort of thing" said Claire, her straw-blonde hair bobbing in time with her emphatic motions. "Oh yes, it's a quite prestigious one too. Although I'm afraid I can't tell you too much about it. All I can say is Luke has always been interested in serving those he loves." She felt him squirm and wiggle between her tits, and her face flushed as she imagined the torment her big sexy body was subjecting him to. Her pussy hummed at the thought. "That's just wonderful that you have a future hero in the family Anne, truly it is. You must miss him awfully though, no?" "Oh I do" replied Anne. "He was always the man around the house for Margaret and I, and it is hard to be without him. But we keep him close in here." She raised a hand to her left breast, pressing her palm into the flesh above her heart and squeezing Luke even tighter between her tits. She imagined him groaning, smothered and helpless in the depths of her breasts. "That's what bad boys get for squirming around when mommy is trying to have a conversation" she thought to herself with glee. Her favourite part of the experience came once Claire had finally taken the hint and excused herself from their house. Anne had seen her neighbour to the door, and then began to hum a tune as she idly began to tidy various items in the kitchen, Luke still trapped within the confines of her considerable bust. Margaret, who had been watching the encounter with a wry smile, began to speak. "So uh Mom... is that where we're keeping him now?" She gestured to Anne's tightly packed sports bra. Anne looked down at her own impressive tits, her son packed tightly somewhere beneath her cleavage. "Oh, I suppose I should let him out!" She exclaimed with a laugh. She put both hands on the front of her bra and stretched the fabric out and away from her chest, relieving the pressure that compressed them together. As air and light flooded back into the valley between her tits, her tiny son came into view. He was turned upside down, awkwardly trying to right himself by pushing against the flesh of her pale breasts, heaving for air and covered in her sweat. The rigid outline of his tiny cock was visible in his little trousers, and he looked thoroughly embarrassed. The two Riesin women had looked down at the humiliating sight and couldn't contain their booming laughter... As Anne lay writhing on top of her bed lost in her sexual excitement at the memory of her humiliated shrunken son, Luke awoke with a start. He sat up on his small cushion, and as his eyes adjusted to the low light of his mother's bedroom, a familiar sound became apparent. It was the sound of panting, breathless squeals, and a wet, slick repetitive noise. He knew his mother was masturbating, as she did almost every night when she thought he was sound asleep. These moments often brought out mixed emotions in Luke. When his condition was new, he had tried to shut out the noise and go back to sleep - he always considered his mother beautiful, but had never thought it felt right when he found himself inadvertently lusting after her. However since his recent experiences and discussions with his sister and mother, he had new ideas about the women in his household that wouldn't leave his mind. Luke quietly scrambled down from his pillow on to the hardwood floor, and tiptoed his way towards the dresser at the end of his mother's bed. As he quietly crept across the flood and rounded the corner of the bed, his beautiful mother came into sight. His heart pounded in his ears as he caught sight of the silhouette of his mother's plump, strong legs as they twisted and kicked while she pleasured herself on her back on the bed. From this angle he could only make out her legs as they hung of the end of her bed, but even the silhouette was exciting. He could see the outline of his mother's full figured bottom half writhing in ecstasy, toes curling as she played with herself quite loudly. There was no mistaking the slick wet noises of his mother working her pussy in the night. His erection now raging, Luke decided that he needed to get a better look at his wanton mother. He scurried across the floor to the dresser opposite the end of her bed and looked up. From on top he would be above the height of the bed, and would be able to see his mother's masturbation session in full view. The front end of the dresser had sparse handholds to climb with, but he was so horny at this stage he knew he had to risk the climb. There was no turning back. Using the crack in the carpentry between the drawers and the frame of the dresser, Luke began the climb in the dim light of his mother's bedroom. It was slow, hard and frightening work, and when he was two thirds of the way up the four-foot high dresser, Luke had a moment of doubt and was unsure that he had made the right choice. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Mmm. Oh fuck!" panted his mother lewdly from just a few feet behind him as she furiously worked her pussy in ecstasy. He looked over his shoulder as he clung to the carpentry, and from his new vantage point he could see her sprawled out on the bed. There was more light available coming through the window from this angle, and he could see the soft milky curves of his mother as she twisted and turned and twitched on her bedsheets. One of her hands was grasping one of her enormous motherly tits - the very same pair he had been unceremoniously stuffed between the day prior. His mother's other hand reached down past her navel, where she had pulled her dark pair of panties to the side and was working her fingers furiously back and forth across the slick mound of her drenched pussy. Luke's mouth dropped open in awe at the sight. He had seen his beautiful sister's nakedness in the past few weeks in their torturous games of cat and mouse, and while he regularly admired Anne's shapely form (particularly her soft round ass) as she went about her business in her tight fitting yoga pants or flattering pencil skirts, there was only one other time Luke could remember where he came anywhere close to seeing his mother this naked. *** It was just a few months prior when he was still a regular sized teenager, and he had been waiting outside the door of her ensuite bathroom because he desperately needed to pee before heading to school. Margaret had been taking her time in the shower in their other shared bathroom, so Luke had been desperately knocking on the door of his mother's bathroom instead. *knock knock knock* "Mom! Can I get in there?! *knock knock knock* I need to pee! *knock knock knock* "One moment sweetheart!" Called his mother from the other side of the door. "I'm just on the toilet!" She said in exasperation. "OK Mom I'll hold on, but please hurry!" he cried to Anne through the door as he hopped from foot to foot impatiently. As luke waited, he leaned against the door and placed an ear flush up against it. He could hear faint noises from within, and was intrigued. As his hearing adjusted to detect the muted sounds from the other side of the door, he heard the unmistakable sound of a fart ringing out into the toilet bowel. Luke was stunned as he pictured his mother on the toilet on the other side of the door, squeezing her tummy and pushing out her anus outwards to release the sound he was just witness to. He imagined the curve of her soft round bum resting on the toilet seat, and his cock stirred as his mouth went dry. He pressed his ear harder against the door. He could hear his mother breathing heavily, and then squealing with a girlish grunt. This was followed by a lengthy crackling noise, punctuated by a heavy splash and a trumpeting of several small farts in quick succession. Luke's cock sprang straight up as his mind processed the sounds on the other side of the door, and his imagination conjured up scenes of a his own mother's asshole opening wide to release a long, hard turd from the valley between her giant, perfect ass cheeks. Luke must have been lost in that thought for longer than he realised, because before he knew it the bathroom door was opened from the inside and he stumbled into the small room. As the door hinged shut behind him, his nostrils flared in alarm as he breathed in deep; his senses assaulted with the thick smell of the recent contents of his mother's bowels. His mother laughed as she turned away to the vanity basin and began her morning beauty routine. "My my. Someone is certainly eager to smell what mommy cooked up this morning!" She laughed, eyeing her son mischievously through the reflection of the mirror. "What do you think baby - does Mommy smell good?" Luke stammered, struggling for an answer with his mouth agape as he looked up at his mother, standing with her back to him in front of the vanity. She was bending over the sink and applying her eyeliner, and wearing what she had slept in; a white tank top which was stretched thin across her enormous breasts, and no bra underneath which left her large dark nipples poking obviously through the front of her shirt. But Luke's eyes were immediately drawn down to her beautiful round white bottom, which was covered only by a pair of scant white panties - strained so tightly across every curve her voluptuous butt that they appeared almost sheer. The result was that the deep crevice of his mother's asscrack was visible through her underwear. Luke couldn't look away, and his cock poked an obvious tent into the fabric of his boxer shorts. "Umm. Yeah" Luke said breathlessly, before catching himself. "I mean no Mom - it smells gross!" Anne laughed with glee at her son's awkwardness and arousal. "I heard the truth come out the first time, darling - I love it when you give me compliments!". She blew a noisy kiss to her son through the reflection in the mirror. "Now do your business so that Mommy can finish what she started. I know you get embarrassed when I give too many details - but you interrupted me mid poop - and I'm very kindly doing my best to hold it all in so that you can use the bathroom! So go on, get peeing!" Luke nodded and stumbled towards the toilet. He lifted the seat and was immediately shocked by the sight of the toilet bowl. Dark streaks of shit coated the porcelain from his mother's morning dump. Anne laughed at his reaction to the mess she had created. As Luke turned to face her, she wiggled her considerable backside in his direction. "This thing isn't just for looks you know sweetheart" She giggled. "Actually I was thinking, you're getting older now and I think you need to pick up a few more chores around the house young man. After we're done here, I'd like you to start cleaning my toilet and also the one you share with your sister, and on a daily basis I think." She spoke authoritatively. Luke gulped and nodded, turning back to the toilet to do his business. There was one major problem; his erection was throbbing and pointing straight up at the ceiling. There was no way he would be able to pee in the next few minutes without calming down first. But backing out meant explaining to his mother his humiliating arousal. Luke stood awkwardly, knowing this wouldn't end well. "Well sweety? I'm not hearing any tinkles. What's the problem?" Anne said slyly. "I can't hold on forever you know.. in fact.." Luke looked over his shoulder at his mother. Her scantily clad backside was pointing directly at him from less than two feet away, and in the vanity mirror he could see Anne's eyes closed in blissful relief, as he heard a long slow hiss with a slight flutter come straight from the tantalising dark crease between her enormous milky ass cheeks. As the smell of her fart assaulted his nostrils, Luke couldn't help but reflexively close his eyes and take a deep sniff of the tainted air, consuming the heady gas that was until a moment ago pent up in his own mother's ass. His dick began to pulse uncontrollably in his boxers, and he knew he was about to come. He opened his eyes in a panic, and saw his mother looking directly at his reaction to her fart through the mirror, a sultry, enthralled gaze in her eyes. Luke was mortified as his knees trembled, and he felt hot jizz begin to spurt from his cock and soak the front of the boxer shorts. "I'm um. I'm going to pee in the garden!" He awkwardly blurted as he began to run from the bathroom in a futile attempt to hide his shame from his flirtatious mother. He still remembered the sting of humiliation as her howls of laughter rang throughout the house as he ran back to his bedroom. "I expect you back in here later with a scrubbing brush young man!" She had called out after him. *** Back in the present, Luke had climbed to the top of the set of drawers at the base of his mother's bed, and was unashamedly watching her masturbate in the night. Lately he had found himself lusting more and more after his own Mom as their new routine began to develop - him only 4 inches tall and being cared for night and day by his undeniably sexy mother, who was almost twenty times his size in comparison. It was becoming impossible to ignore her finer features; ample cleavage and her fantastic bubble butt, in addition to her frustratingly tantalising scents - both pleasant and pungent. He didn't care how wrong it was any more - he simply had to witness the object of his fantasies in real life. He walked to the edge of the drawers, dropped his tiny trousers around his ankles, grasped his tiny rock hard cock, and settled in for the show. Anne was working her pussy with one hand, and tweaking one of her nipples hard with the other. Her fingers plunged deep into her pussy, and emerged covered in sticky, milky girl-cum. She could feel her orgasm building slowly, but knew this was going to be one which needed some work to reach in full. Her soaked panties beginning to annoy her, she wriggled her butt as she worked the sodden garmet away from her crotch. The cloth strip that had been wedged deep within the confines of her sizeable ass cheeks came away with a satisfying squelch. Her ass now free of its confines, Anne had some ideas for how to get closer to the sexual release she was craving tonight. Luke watched in awe as his voluptuous mother took one hand to her face, licking her fingers and coating them in a thick layer of saliva, and then drew them down past her swollen pussy, to reach her tender, pulsing asshole. She simultaneously drew her knees up and away from the edge of the bed, spreading her ass wide to the night. Luke had a perfect view of his own Mom's perfect brown asshole as she began to slide her wet fingers around the rim of the tacky orifice that she shit from. Anne let out a low moan of pleasure at the slick sensation and squealed in delight as she released a short, bassy fart from deep within her ass. The rush of gas felt exhilarating as it escaping her most sensitive spot. Luke pumped his dick furiously, his mouth dry in excitement. This was better than he expected. This was amazing! Possibilities began to run through of his mind of the potential perverted scenes he could witness by easily sneaking around at his size. Apparently life at 4 inches tall had its perks afterall, he thought. Her asshole feeling well coated in slick saliva, Anne was ready to up the ante on her masturbation session. She sat up quickly on edge of her bed, reached out for the top drawer on the dresser at the end of her bed where she kept her arsenal of sex toys, and slid it open. The dresser rocked as she opened the drawer, and she heard a peculiar thud in the darkness. Squinting against the dim light it was difficult to spot her object of desire for the night, so she reached forward to switch on the lamp that sat on the dresser. "I hope I don't wake little Lukey tonight, Mommy needs a workout" She giggled breathlessly to herself. Light flooded into her corner of the room, and she immediately spotted what she was after - Set amongst a plethora of assorted dildos, vibrators, lube and butt plugs of various sizes was a set of six translucent silicone anal beads strung together with a loop on one side. Her anus pulsed in anticipation at the sight. She reached into the drawer and plucked her prize from within. "You're going to clean Mommy's pipe out tonight." She whispered to herself with a wicked smile. Dirty talk always got her going. Suddenly, she heard a whimper from within the drawer. "Mm... Mom?" Luke lay sprawled in his mother's draw of sex toys, his fall broken by butt plug of his Mom's that looked almost as big as he was. His pants were caught around his ankles, and his erection was engorged and flopping about. He looked up at his mother, who stood beautiful and naked in her bedroom, with her cheeks flushed red and her auburn messy from her masturbation session. In front of her enormous perfect tits, she held a giant set of anal beads. Luke watched in trepidation as his Mom's expression jumped quickly from confusion, to concern, to outright anger. "You little fucking pervert!" She whispered harshly. Luke yelled out as his giantess Mom reached her free hand into the drawer and grasped her son, lifting him out and squeezing him tightly in her grip...